In my silence, I never knew what it meant to exist
In my agony, I never knew what a promise was
In my ignorance, I only knew what it meant to trust
But a broken promise and an unyielding trust
Has become a blurry image with the fleeting of time
In a world within a room
In a room filled with fragmented souls
Those who yearn to be born again
And as boundless time is
Only those in the valley are bounded by it
Waiting in slumber for those who yearn for might and power
But the innocence that clouded my soul and heart
Was that of a child from another world
For mine was riddled with the tragedies of those who hunt and those who are hunted
For magic only lies within the heart of those who seek mischief and chaos
And amidst our chaos
In two we came
Our blood we share
To seek, to transcend
The stars beyond
But in my solitude, I knew only the fleeting image of betrayal
For the quest for might and power is for those who are chosen
And we are children of the dark
Lost, in search of that which is a mystery
For our place is not with them
And as boundless as time maybe
Only those in the valley are bounded by it
And as they came for us
So did the calming fear that threatened to consume our souls
For those who hunt but were not hunters
Those who seek those who do not belong
And within our plight came the thought that broke the bond we shared
A soul sacrificed for the freedom of another
Crippled with fear and anxiety as I fall deeper into despair
Lonesome, yearning for the touch that soothes the tainted blood
That courses through my veins
Where was she?
Where was the sisterhood she preached about?
Will she come back for me?
Was a pawn all I was to you, who is my blood?
And as the raindrop fell so did the mist-covered
Sealed by the magic of another, I became the bewilderment
Of those who sought to be born again
Alone and unprotected, with no magic
They came for me
For the longer, you stay in the valley
The stronger they become
Latching onto my soul-consuming all that is me to survive within me
And as I stumble within my slumber
Unable to protect me
Unable to fight back
Only the recurring pain that occurs when a stronger one attaches itself to me
Makes me remember the bond we shared that was broken
That led me to where I am
And as time became adamant
Only the thought of freedom
And the yearning for vengeance
Quells the rage in my soul
And the need for chaos and mischief
fuels the depth of my soul
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